Just Incubating

Nothing worse that a blogger who has nothing to say. Hello, that would be me.

I felt compelled to jump on here anyway, and tell you that I had nothing to say.

Oh, look another squirrel!

Oh, look some more berries.

You can always count on me for those...

I finally came down with the flu myself, which is a good thing, because now that I'm better I feel the need to scour every square inch of this place.

I haven't even started thinking about Christmas yet. Well, that's not true exactly...I've started thinking about, I just haven't put any plans in action.

(Poor little brother...trying to talk his way out of the dress-up game. I did this to my little brother too. Ah, such fun...)

I've been thinking about a lot of things lately, which is probably another reason I don't have much to say.

The scheming, and hatching-of-plans side of my brain doesn't work well with the writing side of my brain, except to make incoherent lists of things all around the house, on any available scrap of paper.

I guess that's the thing with "hatching-of-plans", you have to sit on them for a little while before they're ready to crack open and break free.

Goodbye, November. Hello, December.

“How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?” - Dr. Seuss

Yucky, Colorful, Cheesy

Not much going on here today...

It's cold, and windy, and rainy, and gray, and yucky.

It's the perfect day for me to be wearing my mommy cape. I put it on last night, at the exact moment that I watched my sick boy's eyes flutter from awake to asleep. It's a phone booth moment, when you realize that suddenly you can, would, and will do anything, requiring superhuman powers, for your child. It's just the flu, but still.

Macy discovered the world of soft pastels.

She can't be stopped.

These pictures are all over the house. It goes something like this...

"Mom, what should I draw?"

"I don't know, whatever you're thinking about."

"Mom, tell me something!"

"Okay, draw a picture of your favorite memory."

"Now what?"

"Draw a picture of your dream room."

"Now what?"

"Draw a picture of your sister."

"Now what?" (and on, and on...)

I'm thinking about making wallpaper. Would you like some? I'm sure there will be enough.

(source)

And, what the heck is quinoa? Do you know? I had to look it up.

I'm always amazed at how much food, flora, fauna, etc... is out there, underused or undiscovered.

Madison and Griffin are both really picky eaters, so our food here is kind of predictable.

I feel like rocking the boat.

Learning to cook is one of the things on my bucket list, so Spoon Fork Bacon is going to be my new best friend. Check out their recipes, like the one above for Cheesy Quinoa Cakes. Yumm!

So, that's it.

Did you notice? I started with yuck, and ended with cheesy and delicious.

A metaphor, maybe?

What day is it?

I'm discombobulated.

Partially because my kiddos have been home for five days straight, and partially because I dove into Pinterest (after consciously avoiding it for 9 solid months!)  If you are already a part of the crazy, pinning world, you don't need me to explain, if you're not, well, it's kind of addicting.

It's making me want to do impulsive things like, strip down my kitchen table, and scrub it with steel wool and apple cider vinegar (found here via Pinterest), but first I need to get combobulated (why isn't that a real word?).

What helps you get combobulated? This song helps me. It's like my version of Red Bull...

What am I thinking? I just need to dig out my Saturday Night Fever album, and there would be no stopping me.

Lead

Not that I should air my dirty laundry or anything...but, this morning I was on my way to a pawn shop to, hopefully, sell a piece of jewelry. Times are tough, for everyone, right?

Well, much to my dismay, the pawn shop wasn't open, so I said to the sky, "Now what?..."

Life isn't always black and white...but, today it is.

I'm not any richer in my pockets, but I'm a whole lot richer in my heart.

"It is better to travel well than to arrive." - Buddha